Was it a fetish or was it only a hyperobsession?
I donât know how much detail I can get into, but I somehow enjoyed the thrill of getting angry at an imagined catgirl, and that was it.
Well maybe itâs for the better theyâre not around in a time like thisâŚ
The day before yesterday I had a dream where I was running from a school shooter and saving people. It repeated several times, one time I ran away home, the other time I tried to stop him and grab the gun, but he always shot me. He was blond and looked like a blend of myself and Jeffrey Dahmer. It turned out the dream was so intense I even mumbled âitâs a shooter, get himâ irl while I was asleep.
Do you think that shooter was supposed to be someone you know?
no, he looks nothing like my friends.
Oh, then thatâs for the best they seemed nonfamiliar I guess.